Every Artistic Expression Is Either Influenced By

And He That Will Go To Bed Sober, Falls With The Leaf Still In October.

Our Homeland Is The Whole World. Our Law Is Liberty. We Have But One Thought, Revolution In Our Hearts.

It Is Hard For Power To Enjoy Or Incorporate Humour And Satire In Its System Of Control.

It Is From Him, From Beolco Ruzzante, That I've Learned To Free Myself From Conventional Literary Writing And To Express Myself With Words That You Can Chew, With Unusual Sounds, With Various Techniques Of Rhythm And Breathing, Even With The Rambling Nonsense-speech Of The 'grammelot.'

A Theatre, A Literature, An Artistic Expression That Does Not Speak For Its Own Time Has No Relevance.